Crying for Jesus

There's the single mother,

A good life she does live.

Her husband left her for another,

Three children keep her active.

She has a well-paying job,

And many a good friend.

Why does her crying heart sob?

And a life filled with joy she does only pretend?

I can see it in her eyes,

A silent cry for hope.

I heard all her agonizing, "whys?"

As she reached the end of her rope.

She knows she needs more,

Then a good life to live.

Can she happily soar?

And have a real motive?

Or there is the young girl,

With long, dark hair.

Striving to stay above the water's strong whirl,

As life treats her with heartless care.

Her eyes are hallow,

Searching for love.

Many tears she does swallow,

As angry waters she tries to stay above.

Her daddy is an alcoholic,

Her mommy she never met.

She is the list's lowest tic,

Of priorities they do set.

There is the old man,

Looking back over his life.

Wishing he had ran,

His days over again with his wife.

He left her when he was young,

And lived for his own pleasure.

Until from only a narrow branch he swung,

With regrets beyond measure.

Now he is old,

And his years are about done.

His story is not yet all told,

But his mistakes are a ton.

What is his reason

To wake up tomorrow?

He's at life's end-season,

And looks back on his days with sorrow.

Then there is the teenage boy.

Who miraculously awakes each new day.

Life's roaring has robbed him of all joy,

And he see's suicide as his only way.

His parents are workaholics,

And take no notice of their son.

As a way out he picks,

A busy life his parents run.

Who will miss him?

Who see's through his mask?

Life's trials overflow his brim,

And a suicide plan is his main task.

There is the crying babe,

A new life in this world.

How will his story unbraid?

As into this busy life he is whirled.

He has many days ahead,

But his family has a hard life.

He is just extra cost for bread.

To a husband and his tired wife.

Why was he born

To an overwhelmed home?

For his care they are too worn,

As life's wind bellows an angry drone. 

But there is a reason to live,

For each of these hurting souls.

Jesus their sins wants to forgive,

And He fills their heart's lonesome holes.

He can give them joy beyond compare,

And the light of life in their eyes.

He is their companion through prayer,

And sees them through life's questioning "whys?"

Am I doing my part

In spreading my Jesus' love?

Do I have a servant heart

As I serve my Maker above?

I have the light of Jesus in my heart,

The world is crying for Jesus love.

Am I doing my part

In bringing hurting, lost souls to God above?

-- by Clarissa J. Kuepfer